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Bellefonte, Pa., Dec. 1. 1899.
romm—
THIS IS WAR.
Private Smith of the Royals; with veldt and a
slate-black sky,
Hillocks of mud brick-red with blood, and a
prayer—half curse—to die.
A lung and a Mauser bullet; pink froth and a
half-choked cry.
Private Smith of the Royals ; the veldt freezing
rain ;
A hail of frost on a life half lost; despair and a
grinding pain.
And the drip-drip-drip of the Heavens to wash
out the brand of Cain.
Private Smith of the Royals; self-sounding his
funeral knell ;
A burning throat that each grasping note scrapes
raw like a broken shell.
A thirst like a red-hot iron and a tongue like a
patch of Hell.
Private Smith of the Royals; the blush of a dawn-
ing day ;
The fading mist that the sun has kissed—and
over the hills away
The blest Red Cross like an angel in the trail of
men who slay.
But Private Smith of the Royals gazed up at the
soft blue sky—
The rose-tinged morn llke a babe new born and
the sweet-songed birds on high—
With a fleck of red on his pallid lip and a film of
white on his eye.
— London Chronicle.
A STORY OF THANKSGIVING.
Mis. Burton always ‘‘talked over”
everything with Howard. The reason was
I suppose, that there was no one else, for
Fred and Essie were almost babies, and no
one could mention trouble to them. And
then,Howard had such an understanding of
things, and was so sympathetic, for he
knew all about hard times. Why, he had
been a waif for a little while drifting about
the streets, eating when he could and sleep-
ing where he could until Mrs. Burton found
him and gave him the luxury of a clean
bed and food at regular hours. True, the
food was the plainest and the two little
rooms were poor enough, but it was para-
dise to him.
“We have never missed it before, How-
ard,’’ said Mrs. Burton with trembling
lips. Of course, we can be thankful, just
the same, for weare all well. 2 we had
doctors’ bills to pay, and medicine to buy,
I should give up.”
“Oh, no you wouldn’t,’”’ said Howard.
*‘You would just go on doing the best you
could, as you always have done.’’
. There was one good thing about Howard ;
he was always saying the right thing at the
right time. The brave little speech set Mrs.
Burton smiling again, and she went on
with her work, but presently she added
with a sigh :
‘It does seem that we might have a few
extras for Thanksgiving, just to teach the
children what the day means. I have
worked so hard all this past year, and
what have we got out of it? Nothing but
poor food, and the shelter over our heads.’’
‘‘But some folks haven’t got that much,’’
said Howard. ‘‘There’s Mrs. Flanagan;
she’s going to be put out of her room next
Monday, because she can’t pay the rent,
and look how she’s worked.’’
That night after the work was all put
away, and the mother’s eyes were closed in
sleep, Howard lay wide awake and stared
into the darkness. Day after tomorrow the
whole city would be full of Thanksgiving,
and if it could be divided there would
be enough for every one. Instead of that,
however, some would have a great deal
more than they needed, and some would
have none at all.
Howard began to wonder if he could not
manage to divide some of the Thanks-
giving, even at this late day. Suppose he
went out tomorrow and asked for work and
kept on asking until he got it? True he
nad asked for work before, and people had
laughed at him, but maybe they would
not laugh now, when he needed it so very
badly.
Early the next morning he had some
bundles to carry; for he could be trusted
for that, Mrs. Burton had found, and it
helped her very much. There was the
dainty lace cap for Mrs. Levy’s baby, and
the ruffled apron for one of the little Nelson
girls, and the waist for her elder sister; and
there was the fine lace handkerchiefs that
Mrs. Burton had laundered for Miss Dela-
mar, the beautiful young lady who lived
opposite to the park. The pressure of
hard times had driven Mrs. Burton to take
any work she could get, and of late she
had been forced to add fine laundering to
the dainty sewing that she had done for so
long.
Howard’s first experience was depressing
enough. Mrs. Levy paid for the cap, but
as for hiring a boy, she did not need one;
and when she found that Howard was the
boy that wanted to be hired she laughed,as
all others had done, and called her daugh-
ter out to see.
Mrs. Nelson praised the work, and told
him to call again Friday for the money,
that she was expecting company for Thanks-
giving, and really had no change in the
house. She walked away and left him
while he was trying to ask for work; and
the little lad went out into the street with
some of the color gone from his cheeks.
“Never mind,”” he said to himself; ‘‘as
soon as I leave these handkerchiefs, I’ll
walk along and ask every man I see for
work. I'll be sure to find something after a
while.”
It happened that the beautiful young
lady, whom he had always worshipped at a
distance, was passing through the hall
when Howard delivered his bundle to the
servant. The morning light from the stair
window fell on his pretty little dark face,
and shot threads of gold through his black
curls, and the young lady uttered a cry of
delight.
‘Oh, is that the little boy with the hand-
kerchiefs ?’’ she asked, coming closer and
lifting his face between her hands. ‘‘The
very face I want for my picture ! Come and
see, mother. Little boy, do you want to
sit to me, for a little while, and earn some
money ?’’
‘Oh, yes, indeed ! There’s my Thanks-
giving !’ cried Howard, jubilantly, his eyes
shining. ‘‘And just when it seemed Ishould
have to give it up, too !”’
He followed Miss Delamar to her studio
with a heart throbbing with delight. Vis-
ions were before him in those wonderful
moments—reeling visions of things to eat,
and of Mrs. Burton, and Fred and Essie,
gathered around a splendid table, and all
smiling at him because he had given them
their Thanksgiving.
‘Now, sit on this platform,’’ Miss Dela-
mar was saying when he awoke from his
dream, ‘“‘and let me throw this drapery
around you, so. Just look at me while I
work. That isn’t very hard, is it?’’
“Do you have to work to get your
Thanksgiving ?’’ asked Howard, innocent-
ly. He had always fancied that his beaun-
tiful young lady didn’t even have to ‘‘sew
up a seam,’’ like the queen in the old nurs-
ery rhymes, but had nothing todo but
‘eat ripe strawberries, sugar and cream.’
The young lady laughed, and when
she laughed she wasmore beautiful than
ever.
“I suppose I'll have a Thanksgiving if I
ever accomplish anything with my work, ”’
she said. ‘‘And now tell me all about
yours.”’
She was working away at a canvas on an
easel, and she looked so kind and inter-
ested that Howard forgot to be afraid of
her.
‘Well, you see,’’ he said, confidentially,
‘‘times are pretty hard at our house, no
matter how hard Mamma Burton works.
Some how or other, it seems that the hard-
er people work, the poorer they get. I
wonder why thatis? Do you know ?”’
And then he added hastily and apologetic-
ally, ‘‘but, of course, you don’t.”
“1 wish I knew, little man,’”’ the voung
lady said sadly.
“Well you see, it’s this way,”” the boy
went on. ‘Suppose Mamma Burton works
and works, and gets enough to pay the
rent. Well, the rent man comes and gets
every bit of it; and by that time the coal’s
out. Well, we keep on working up toa
barrel of coal, and then Essie’s shoes are
gone—just as they are now; and before we
can get any shoes there’s the rent again. I
get all the jobs I can, but people don’t like
to hire me. I’m so little. You don’t mind
my being little, do you ?”’
“Oh, not at all,’’'said Miss Delamar. She
was looking at him curiously.
“Sometimes I think Mrs. Burton made a
great mistake in takingme,’’ went on the
wise little model, holding himself very still
so that he would not disarrange the drap-
ery. ‘You see I haven’t been of much
real use use to her except to talk over
things. She says that helps. But then, I’ve
got such an appetite, and my clothes wear
out—?"’
“And so you are an adopted child?”
asked the young lady laying down the
palette and brash. ‘This ends the sitting
for to day. Friday you shall come again,
and I will want you—oh, I don’t know
how many days after that. Hereis the
money for the handkerchiefs—put it in this
pocket. And here is what my little model
has earned.”
He looked at the greatsilver dollar in his
hand with a bewildered stare for a minute,
and then up into her smiling face.
“Qh, isn’t it grand ?”’ he cried in an esc-
tasy of delight. ‘‘What a dinner we can
have—a whole big dinner with plenty for
every one of us! And I earned it all my-
self I”?
He crowded the cap down upon the
tumbled curls, but just as he was going a
shadow fell upon his face.
“If you were me, and had money,” he
said seriously, ‘‘which would you do with
it—would you buy some coal, or get Is-
sie’s shoes, or would you have Thanksgiv-
ing?”
“I’m sure I wouldn’t know what to do,”’
she said. ‘‘It’s such a difficult thing you
see. But I’m afraid I should decide in fa-
vor of the Thanksgiving.”’
The next day was nearing the noon hour
and Mrs. Burton was busy getting dinner.
Howard had already set the table, with the
four plates and knives and forks, and two
cups and saucers, and two tin mugs, and
now he had Essie in his lap and was hold-
ing her ragged shoes up to the stove. The
dinner that Mrs. Burton was putting on
the table was a very plain one, but there
was no shadow on her face, nor on the face
of the boy who was holding the little pink
and white girl in his lap. Indeed, he was
gravely singing to the two children a roys-
tering invitation to trot away to Boston to |
buy a loaf of bread, and so the knock at the
door had to be repeated twice before Mis.
Burton heard it and opened the door.
Could he believe his eyes? Was it really
his own beautiful young lady ?
“And which did you do?’ asked Miss
Delamar, after she had greeted Mrs. Bur-
ton, sitting down and drawing her little
model to her side. ‘I couldn’t rest until I
found out. Was it coal, or the shoes or the
Thanksgiving ?’’
It was not the Thanksgiving—a glance at
the table bad shown her that. But a dash
of delight went over his grave little face as
he explained :
“Oh, yousee it'sjust this way. We
didn’t do any of those things, after all, be-
cause when Icame home there was Mrs.
Flanagan orying because she was going to
be put out of her room—and how could we
buy things when all that was going on ? So
we just gave her my dollar, and now the
rent man will wait till she can earn the rest
of it. Isn’t that good ?”’
Howard wondered why Miss Delamar
suddenly rose and went away to the window
and stood there so that he couldn’t see her
face, Was she angry because he had given
her dollar to Mrs. Flanagan ?
But no, it appeared not, for all at once
she turned around again, and was laughing
merrily and tossing Essie up in her strong
young arms, and kissing Fred’s dimpled
cheeks and talking to Mrs. Burton about
the lovely day.
“Now, do you know, little boy,’’ she
said, when she could control her voice
again; ‘I just knew that dollar wasn’t go-
ing to buy Thanksgiving and so I come up
to see. And I thought—maybe—you would
invite me to eat Thanksgiving dinner with
you, or you would help me eat mine—so I
gathered it up and brought it with me.
You see, this is going to be a celebration
for I am an adopted baby, too. Did you
know that? Time was when I was a waif,
as well as you. But never mind. We'll
have a merry day; won’t we. Come on up,
John.”’
She had opened the door and called this
to some one waiting in the hall, and How-
ard knew that he must be dreaming some-
thing out of the Arabian Nights when a
man, who was a perfect giant in size and
strength, came staggering in with an enor-
mous basket. And it was part of the dream
that the young lady with her own hands
assisted the giant in unloading the basket
and loading the table, talking merrily all
the while.
Talk about turkeys—such a turkey ! and
such ruby jelly, and such golden butter and
amber honey, and such cakes and fruits and
nuts and candies—that in itself was enough
to convince Howard that it was a dream.
Those candies were an utter impossibility
in real life! And the best of it all was,
that the young lady managed to get the
whole dinner on the table, but there wasn’t
an inch to spare when it was there.
And what a dinner it was; and how they
all laughed, even the serious boy, who had
seen so much of the cares of proverty
that he had grown grave and wise before
his time.
‘““And what is it now ?”’ she asked him
before the meal was over, as she saw the
questioning look in his face.
“I think I'd like to take some of this to
Mrs. Flanagan and some to the Johnsons,
too, if you don’t care,”” he said in his ser-
ious little way. ‘‘The Johnsons have had
80 much sickness, and it’s awful to have
sickness when you're poor, don’t you
think so? And I've always thought that
if we had anything nice I'd like to divide
out with people who did’t have enough.
Wouldn’t that be good ?’’
“Indeed it would, you golden hearted
boy,”’ replied Miss Delamar, beginning al-
ready to arrange two dinners, a large and a
small one, ontwo of the trays that John
had bronght. Mrs. Burton and Howard
went to carry them to the rooms where
there was no Thanksgiving that day; and it
was worth a great deal to hear Mrs. Flana-
gan cry that sure, the very hivins was
openin’ today, when she least expected it,
an’ she ought to be the most thankful bein’
in the city, with so much kindness comin’
to her. And there was Mr. Johnson with
his head on his hands, mourning because he
could do nothing for his sick child on that
day of all other days of the year.
“Never you mind, Mr. Johnson,’ said a
soft little voice at his elbow. ‘‘Here’s part
of our Thanksgiving dinner—we had so
much we didn’t know what to do with it—
and so we brought some of it around here—
and how’s Minnie today ?”’
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‘‘Hasn’t this been a splendid Thanksgiv-
ing?’ the boy said creeping close to the
beautiful lady, a little later.
““The very finest I eversaw,’’ she replied
with her arms about him. ‘‘And you don’t
know how thankful I am to the dear little
man who told me all about the empty coal
barrel and Essie’s shoes. For you see, I
am going to help you take care of Fred and
Essie—Mrs. Burton has promised that I
may—and you and I will talk over things
from this time on, won't we?—and you
will help me with that picture—and such a
beautiful picture as it is going to he ! Oh,
little man, do you understand what a
Thanksgiving you have made for me?"
But the little lad with the dark eyes only
sat and looked at her and wondered if she
did not know that she had made the
Thanksgiving herself—this beautiful young
lady who had brought her Thanksgiving
dinner away from the great house fronting
the park to eat it with a poor family in a
poor tenement.— Mrs. Julia Truitt Bishop in
Philadelphia Times.
What are You Most Thankfal For?
A gentleman who was instructing some
public school pupils on the subject of the
American Thanksgiving day asked them
what was the thought that first entered
their minds when Thanksgiving day was
mentioned. They shouted unanimously,
“Turkey !”’ ‘‘And what part of the tur-
key ?’’ continued the questioner. ‘‘The
stuffing,’’ cried a fat hoy who looked as if
he knew what he was talking about.
The children were not so far wrong. A
good fine dinner is something these fine,
growing young animals have a right to be
thankful for, a dinner with—stuffing.
Maybe when the coming race is here, the
thought of a good time will not invariably
be associated first of all with visions of eat-
ing, but the coming race is not here. At
present even men and women are far
enough from outgrowing what the writer
calls ‘‘the idea that we are enjoying our
selves best when we eat the most.”’
Thanksgiving day is peculiarly an Amer-
ican holiday. A Thanksgiving feast must,
therefore, be composed so far as possible of
American dishes. Mixed up foreign culin-
ary fancies with French names are out of
place upon an American board the last
Thursday in November. Let us have the
roast turkey with cranberry sauce, the
toothsome succotash and sweet potato, the
pies, pumpkin and mince. Ice cream may
be said to be an American dish too.
Cider as a drink has been an accompani-
ment of the day ever since apple trees were
large enough to bear in New England.
Traditions says the old fashioned Connect-
icuters liked theirs hard. But there is a
more delicate drink than cider, hard or soft.
It is the pure, unfermented juice of the
fully ripe Concord or Catawba grape. Both
the grapes are American. Sweeten the
juice with a little granulated sugar if you
like it that way.
There is one blessing we should be thank-
ful for beyond most others. It is good
health... The person who has health has no
right to complain of anything. He can ac-
complish whatever he persistently wills to
do. He has only to summon up pluck and
patience and use the ability he is endowed
with.
Finally let us be thankful for the bless-
ing of life itself. Nothing was ever said
truer than that where there is life there is
hope. The world is full of splendid
achievement for every one of us—so much
to do, to be and to learn. The true
lesson of life is to be always learning.
City people enjoy their Thanksgiving of
course. But it is a day when the thoughts
of thousands of these city dwellers wander
back to an old home in the country, a home
where the father and mother were dear,
brave, kindly farm folk, who brought their
children up in the way they should go and
gave them the best of all human inherit-
ance a human being can have—the habit
of steady work. Hearts grow warm and
gentle at the recollection of such a vanished
childhood home.
Hobnobbing With Queen Lil,
A Youthful Kentuckian With Little Respect for
Deposed Royalty.
“Young Al. Berry, son of Congressman
Al. Berry, of Kentucky,’ said a naval of-
ficer who was in Honolulu when the Ha-
waiian flag was replaced by the Stars and
Stripes, ‘‘was in Honolulu in some kind
of official capacity when I was there once,
and was on particularly good terms with
Queen Lilinokalani and her entire court.
And I may say that in this regard he was
about the only American who was. How
he got there I don’t know, but he is one of
your irresistible kind of Kentuckians, who
conquer admiration in spite of all obstacles.
He could say anything he pleased and do
all manner of startling things, but that
only seemed to make the Queen’s people
fonder of him, and when he offered to take
me to call on her Majesty at a little recep-
tion she gave in the afternoon after the
flag ceremonies were over I felt that I was
safe in accepting. It wasa very informal
affair aud we were soon in the royal pres-
ence and I was duly introduced. Then
the young man suddenly upset me in four-
teen places at once, and gave me a fit of
nervous embarrassments.
‘Well, your Majesty,’”” he said in that
boyish and breezy manner of his, not less
at home in a Queen’s palace than on a blue
grass farm, ‘‘how does it feel to be out of a
job?”
“I felt like going through the floor, but
Berry never turned a hair, and the crown-
less Queen in quite the same spirit greatly
relieved my embarrassment by respond-
ing :
‘Oh, Mr. Berry, you are such a jol-
lier.”? ;
‘‘It was slightly slangy perhaps for roy-
alty, but it was the right thing to say, and
I read the riot act to Berry on my own be-
half when I got home.”
——Beware of little expenses; a small
leak will sink a great ship.
Their Lives Pounded Out.
With a Club in the Hands of a Fiend—Wife and Three
Children Murdered Near Montgomery—Their Bodies
Hidden Under a Hay Rick on a Farm—The Woman
was Married a Few Weeks Ago to a Rag Peddler
Named Hummel, Who is the Suspected Murderer.
A quadruple murder near Montgomery
has caused great excitement in Lycoming
county. The victims of the awful tragedy
are as follows :
Mrs. Wm. Hummel, aged about 30 years,
who was married to the murderer on the
10th of November. Before her mar-
iage she was the widow of Oliver De-
laney, who died but a short time ago.
Her eldest, son a hoy of 9 years. Her
daughter, a child of about 5 years. A baby
that is missing and supposed to be dead.
The perpetrator of this frightful deed
is William Hummel, aged about 50
years, a rag peddler, who is well known in
Williamsport, and who has been in the
employ of Thomas G. Lowery, the junk
dealer of Maple street.
The red handed murderer beat out the
lives of his victims with a club or some
other blunt instrament, and then conceal-
ed the bodies beneath a hay stack. Hum-
mel informed a neighbor that his wife had
gone away to take care of a woman in con-
finement, his ostensible purpose being to
ward off any suspicion that might be arous-
ed by her absence.
HOW THE BODIES APPEARED.
The bodies were found under a straw
rick on the farm of J. F. Derr near Mont-
gomery. The rick was a rather flat affair
of straw and was located not twenty feet
from the road. On the opposite side from
the road the bodies lay, their position indi-
cating a carelessness in placing them. They
lay just as they were found with the ex-
ception that the straw covering had been
removed. The mother was dressed in her
night robe. The garments were not smear-
ed with blood but the features were. On
her face, above the left eye, there was a cut
about an inch and a half long. The head
had a battered appearance.
The boy lay about ten feetaway. Ile had
on his clothing but he had no coat. He had
the appearance, the coroner thought, after
having made a hasty examination, of hav-
ing been choked to death. He appeared
to be about 9 years of age.
The little girl lay near the boy. She was
covered with a piece of burlap. The right
side of her head appeared to have been
crushed in, it seeming that a most terrific
blow was delivered when the wound was
produced. Her death must have been
speedy.
SCENE IN THE HOME.
The house occupied by the Hummels was
lecated about a mile and a quarter further
up the road from the place in which the
bodies were found. It is a miserable struct-
ure, four rooms and a garret in extent.
From a hasty view of the house not much
satisfaction could be secured.
In the room occupied by Mr. and Mrs.
Hummel signs of murder were to be found.
The rough and weather beaten boards with
which the side walls were covered had
spots upon them supposed to be blood and
the cheap curtains covering the windows
had spots upon them which knowing ones
pronounced positively to be blood. The
siraw tick, which was still upon the bed
uad a large piece cut out of its centre.
This piece of ticking could not be found.
Things were not in a state of upheaval al-
though parties had been there before. On
the floor were spots which appeared to be
blood.
The only article found around in the
shape of a club that bore unmistakable
traces of connection with the murder was a
thin pine stick about two and one-half feet
long. In its centre was some hair and
blood stains.
In one corner of the house was found an
oak club two inches thick and about 3%
feet long. This was thought to have
played some part in the tragedy. It had
the appearance of having been peeled of
bark recently.
STORY OF THE FIND.
Jobn Mock, who works on the Meixel
farm, was passing the field in which the
bodies were found and he saw a piece of
burlap lying in the field. He thought if
the grain grew up around that that when
it came time to reap the burlap might
stick in the binder and cause trouble. He
went into the field secured the burlap and
took it to the road and threw it down.
He also found two bags and he treated
them in the same mauner. He noticed
that there were what appeared to be blood
stains, but he did not attach any signifi-
cance to that.
Some time afterwards Hiram Wertman
came along and seeing the burlap he pick-
ed it up. Discovering the blood stains
and coupling this with some strange stories
that had been floating around regarding
the mysterious disappearance of Mrs. Hum-
mel, which had been rife for several days,
he sought out Jerry Kemery, and the two
went to Montgomery where they laid the
matter before Constable William E. Meyers.
The three then repaired to the point where
the burlap was found and there after con-
siderable search they found the bodies,
one of the children being uncovered first.
THE NIGHT OF THE DEED.
It is presumed that the murder was com-
mitted a week ago from Friday night.
Upon that evening exercises had
been held at the mountain school
and parties returning home met Hum-
mel coming towards his home. He
informed them that he had been to the
station to deliver somescrap. This meet-
ing occured about 1 o'clock Saturday
morning.
Putting this with other information
which comes in a rather jumbled state it is
presumed that the bloody deed was com-
mitted Friday night, presumably about
bed time.
ENJOYING THEIR HONEYMOON.
Hummel and his wife were enjoying
their honeymoon. On Nov. 10th they ap-
peared before ’Squire Bardo and wanted to
be married. They had no license, but one
was secured and they were joined in wed-
lock. Mrs. Hummel is described as an
literate woman. She was aged about 30
years and came from Virginia with her
first husband, Oliver Delaney having
mairied her there. Delaney died only a
short time ago. Some say that it is only
three months since his funeral occurred.
One week after their marriage the murder
occurred.
HUMMEL ARRESTED.
Hummel was arrested near Allenwood,
Lycoming county, about 7 o’clock Friday
morning by a constable. When he was
brought to Montgomery the crowd was in
an angry humor, and the prisoner was
pushed from side to side. Suggestions of
lynching were also made. He was brought
from Montgomery to Williamsport on
news express. At the Market street sta-
tion another big crowd had assembled, but
there were no demonstrations. Chief of
Police Stryker accompaned the constable,
and handcuffed to the officers Hummel was
taken to jail.
Ended Now, Says Otis.
Filipino Congress Scattered Never to Meet Again.—
Cause of Agninaldo Renounced.—Other Officers
are Prisoners of the Army.—Carpenter Lost Five
Killed and 20 Wounded, but Drove the Enemy out
and Captured Santa Barbara.—The Charleston a
Wreck.
Bautista, president of the Filipino Con-
gress, presented himself to General Mac-
Arthur Friday and formally renounced all
further connection with the insurrection.
He was one of the influential Filipinos who
hesitated at the beginning of the war as to
which side on which to cast his lot. He
was offered a judgeship of the Supreme
court, but declined.
He now announces that he desires to ac-
cept the position, and says the Filipino
congress and cabinet are scattered, never to
reassemble. Some of the members, he
adds, have returned to their homes, while
others are fleeing for safety. Many of the
congressmen have resigned, and he believes
the Filipino soldiers will lay down their
arms everywhere as soon as they learn the
truth.
General Otis summarizes the situation in
Luzon in a dispatch to the war department
Friday in which he says that the Filipino
government can no longer claim to exist ;
that its troops and officials are scattered,
and that Aguinaldo is in hiding. The dis-
patch follows :
“Claim to government by Filipinos can
be made no longer under any fiction ; its
treasurer, sceretary interior and president
of congress in our hands ; its president and
remaining cabinet officers in hiding, evi-
dently in different central Luzon provinces;
its generals and troops in small hands
scattered through these provinces acting as
bandetti, or dispersed playing the role of
Amigoes, with arms concealed.
“Indications are that Aguinaldo did not
escape through the lines of Lawton or
Wheaton, but fled westward from Bayam-
bang railway station. Telegraphic com-
munication to Dagupan established, proba-
bly to San Fabia to-day ; by relaying nine
miles of track with material at hand rail-
way communication to that point re estab-
lished ; labor of troops must attend main-
tenance.’’
Fuller details of the sharp engagement
between Carpenter's command and the
insurgents in Tloilo reached the war de-
partment in the following dispatch from
General Otis :
“In Panay, 21st inst., when Dickman
drove enemy vicinity Jaro, Carpenter,
with two battalions Eighteenth infantry
and Bridgeman’s battery, had severe en-
gagement at Pavia, north Iloilo. His
casualties five killed, 20 wounded, now in
Iloilo hospital, others slightly wounded
with command ; enemy driven north with
reported heavy loss ; particulars not receiv-
ed. Carpenter passed on to insurgents’
stronghold, Santa Barbara, which he cap-
tured 22nd inst., without loss. Nothing
received from column under immediate
command Hughes, which is moving rapid-
ly and operating north and west of Santa
Barbara. Apparently Visayans friendly,
not taking active part; enemy consists of
2,000 Tagalos.”’
A later dispatch from General Otis gives
the results of the fighting at Iloila as fol-
lows: ‘‘Hughes, Iloilo, reports enemy
driven back into mountains; insurgent
capital Cobatuan captured. Only serious
action that of Carpenter at Pavia; total
casualties five killed or since dead of
wounds, 27 wounded; captured 10 prison-
ers, 18 cannon, six rifles, quantities of
ammunition. Enemy’s casualties not
stated.”
General Otis also sends the following list
of casualtiessustained since his last report :
Killed—Howard Lowe, sergeant Sixth
artillery; William E. Addy, Eighteenth
infantry, and Thomas E. Gardner, Seven-
teenth infantry. Wounded---Eight men.
The navy department has received the
following cablegram from Captain Leutze,
commanding the naval station at Cavite :
*‘Culgoa reports Charleston disappeared.’’
The Culgoa was the relief ship sent out
from Hong Kong. It is believed that the
Charleston has slipped down into deep wa-
ter from the steep bank on which she was
resting at the bow. This report has dis-
sipated the last hope of saving the ship.
SAN FRANCISCO, Nov. 24.—The war de-
partment has requested that 12 more army
secretaries of the Young Men’s Christian
Association be sent with the troops to
Manila. When these have sailed there
will be 15 association secretaries in the
Philippines. Helen Gould bas contributed
the larger portion of the money for the
maintenance of this special work.
Fertile Alaska.
Captain Ambercrombie, who has passed
three years in Alaska and has surveyed an
all-American route to the Klondike, has
this to say, in brief, of the expedition :
“The main feature of the expedition
from which I have just returned is the
completion of plans for the opening of the
Klondike region for the American miner,
so that he can land at Valdez with his pack
pony, and prospect any part of the public
domain without interference from the of-
ficials of a foreign country. The trail I
have surveyed is 380 miles from the bound-
ary and through the heart of Alaska. I
surveyed about 700 miles and I built an
all-American trail four feet wide, with a
view to its ultimate widening, 75 miles
long through the Rocky Mountain divis-
ions, from Valdez to the Tonsina river,
which flows into the Copper river.
“This road, of course, is merely a trail
and very crude, but its course is well
watered and game is plentiful, especially
bears, goats and wild sheep.
*‘During the coming year there will be
numerous enterprises embarked in Alaska,
and especially in the Yukon country.
The country to be opened to settlement is
fully twice as large as the New England
States, and will support -thousands of peo-
ple. The water is good, the soil fertile,
game abundant, except in the Copper river
valley, and all the hardy grains, such as
are raised in Siberia, may be raised all
along the line of this all-American trail.
“One hundred and fifty miles above the
mouth of the Copper river is dense vegeta-
tion and luxurious grass and three or four
kinds of edible berries. The mouth of the
Copper river is a wide delta, containing
sand bars and shallows, while sixty miles
up the mouth are the Miles glacier and the
Childs glacier.
“In my experimental garden at Valdez
I raised peas, carrots, turnips, lettuce, rad-
ishes and other garden stuff. Port Valdez
was our base of supplies from Seattle, the
supplies being packed ir by pack trains.”
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Tobacco Growing.
Extreme Care Must be Taken in its Cultivation.
The growing of tobacco of the finest qual-
ity requires skill as well as knowledge of
its caltivation. North of Virginia and
Maryland, tbe seed leaf varieties are grown,
and the soil must be suitable, while only
certain fertilizers can be used. In the
south the tobacco grown has a thicker leaf
than that produced in Pennsylvania and
Connecticut, and if the seed from either
section is transferred to the other the re-
sult will be a leaf peculiar to the section
and soil where the crop is grown and not
true to the variety, that grown in thesouth
being suitable for chewing and smoking,
(pipe and cigarettes), while the tobacco
grown in Pennsylvania is used for filling
and wrapping cigars. There are many
difficulties met in growing tobacco. The
soil must be in just the proper condition,
the plant must be protected against the
voracious worm, the weather must not be
too wet or dry, and the crop must be cub
at the proper time and cured carefully so
as to preserve the color of the leaf and its
quality. If there is an error made in the
use of fertilizers the quality will be im-
paired not only in burning when used,but
also in the flavor. The grower is compelled
to give his crop close observation, and un-
less he has had experience, or seeks advice,
his venture in tobacco growing may prove
very unprofitable. No crop is grown that
excels it in the care required,from the seed
to the time it is marketed, and no crop
gives a larger profit when the tobacco yield
is large and the quality is first class. Itis
grown in several counties in Pennsylvania
—Lancaster, Bradford and portions of
Chester being the largest producers. In
Connecticut the area devoted to tobacco is
also restricted.
Gold in Spanish Cruiser.
Wreckers Find $190,000 in the Safe of the Almirante
Oquendo, Destroyed off Santiago.
The Cuban wreckers who have been em-
ployed during the last six months in strip-
ping the Spanish war vessels destroyed by
the Americans in the battle off Santiago
are reported to have found $190,000 in
Spanish gold in the cruiser Almirante
Oquendo.
This gold was found in the Oquendo’s
safe, which fell to the bottom of the ship
when the vessel was burned. The safe was
opened by divers recently. They had con-
i a shaft, being unable to raise the
safe.
WRECKERS WANT THE MONEY.
Finding of the money is likely to cause
a controversy between the wreckers and the
agent of the Commercial line, who has fur-
nished all the diving apparatus and paid
men eight and a half cents a pound for
brass and copper recovered. Wreckers
assert that money was notstipulated in the
agreement made with them.
More than one hundred thousand dol-
lars’ worth of brass and copper has been
taken from the Almirante Oquendo, the
Viscaya, the Cristobal Colon and the Furor.
Wrecking of the last two is now in progress.
The Furor is lying in thirty feet of wa-
ter and shows little damage, and in the
opinion of experienced wreckers the United
States has been badly advised regarding
reclaiming the vessels.
THAT SHIPS MIGHT ESCAPE.
The finding of these large sums of Span-
ish gold and silver on the vessels is due to
the expectation of Admiral Cervera that he
would escape with some of his ships. The
money had been received to pay off Span-
ish troops. Prominent Spaniards say the
presence of so much gold on the war ships
was due to the belief of Spanish command-
ers that the city of Santiago would be taken,
but that some of the ships might escape
with the money.
Bed of Natural Cement.
A Florida Formation Covering Over Two Thousand
Acres.
Probably the most remarkable natural
hydraulic cement rock deposit in the
known world occurs near River Junction.
From that point the deposit extends for
several miles along the left bank of the
Apalachicola river southerly to Aspalaga.
This truly remarkable formation comprises
something over 2000 acres, and hasa thick-
ness of eighty feet above the river. How
far it may be below has not been ascertain-
ed. Enough is exposed, however, to war-
rant the assertion that the deposit contains
sufficient raw material to produce over two
billon barrels of cement. The material is
usually soft enough to be cut out with a
spade, but the lumps, when placed in kilns,
harden sufficiently to prevent them from
crumbling while undergoing calcination.
Several analyses of samples taken from
various parts of the formation show a re-
remarkable uniformity of proportions of
the ingredients essential to the production
of a first-class hydraulic cement.
But the distinguishing feature of this
deposit consists in the perfect purity of
color. The raw material is white, and the
manufactured product is as white as the
whitest marble. In this respect it is an
ideal cement for the: architect, as it will
not stain the walls of fine masonry. Bricks
made of one part of this cement and two
parts white sand are in use in many build-
ings in the South, and they are extremely
hard and beautiful. So far as is known to
the writer, this is the only deposit of white
hydraulic cement material in the world. A
small but convenient plant is in operation
at River Junction,and the proprietors term
the manufactured product ‘‘white Roman
hydraulic cement of Florida.”
Aged Man Killed Old Wife in Sudden
Anger.
Found Kneeling By Body and Almost Crazed by
Grief at His Act.
After living together for forty-nine years
Daniel Mahen and his wife, who reside in
an old log cabin, in Versailles, in Alle-
gheny county, had a dispute Friday night,
during which Mahen lost his temper and
struck his wife a blow on the head that
killed her. He is now in jail, having been
held for court by the coroner’s jury.
The couple lived alone, and when a
neighbor visited the house a few hours
after the tragedy he found the old man
kneeling beside his wife’s body. Mahen is
78 years old and his wife was two years his
senior.
He told the coroner that he had just re-
ceived his pension money yesterday and
had been drinking. He was almost crazed
from grief as he said he did not mean to
kill his wife. When the body of his dead
wife was removed to the morgue in Pitts-
burg he accompanied the remains and went
direct to police headquarters and begged
that he be sent to join his wife.
Heretofore the old man had born a good
reputation in vicinity, where the
couple had long lived.
Anger begins with folly and ends
with repentance.